Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2001 04:05:26 EST
From: FRATBABY@aol.com
Subject: Hockey Initiation, part 2--ending
The story so far:
Brian has just been picked by the coach as the first rookie to make the team.
Kevin, the team star and captain, leads some of the older players
in shaving Brian's head and body in the lockerroom.
Kevin and Brian have just returned from the locker room to Kevin's dorm room;
Kevin evidently isn't done hazing the rookie --
he wrestles Brian to the floor, pulls down his pants and forces him on to the
bed.
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"No way you're going to play on the team if I'm not satisfied with you."
Kevin relaxed the tension on Brian's right arm,
and set about pulling down his underpants and removing his pants altogether.
He also managed to unzip his own pants, and let his erect prick free from its
confines.
He reached over to a night table beside his bed and grabbed some Vaseline,
which he quickly smeared over himself.
He also put some on his finger, which he worked into Brian's asshole.
Brian freaked as he felt the pressure on his anus and flailed around,
trying unsuccessfully to get free.
Kevin laughed a bit and went on in a jocular tone,
"Hey, little buddy, we could have done this in the locker room,
but I thought you might like the privacy."
"What?"
"Yeah, sometimes we rape the new rooks right in the shower.
But I kind of like you, so I thought I'd make it easy on you.
And this way, it's only me -- if I did it in the locker room,
some of my buddies would want in on the fun.
But maybe you'd like that -- so if you want it Monday right after practice,
just tell me."
Brian believed him and stopped struggling.
Kevin understood what that meant, but figured Brian could use a little
lesson:
"Well, rook, what's it going to be?
You want me to do you now, or do you want the full treatment?"
"Not in the locker room, please," whispered Brian.
"Yeah, so what's it going to be?"
Brian realized he would have to ask for it.
"Now."
"Now, what?"
"Do it now."
"Do what now?"
"Damn it, fuck me now!"
"Sure, if that's what you want."
Kevin reached over to the night table again
and picked up a small piece of wooden dowel,
which he put into Brian's mouth like a bit.
He told Brian to bite down on it to help with the pain.
Kevin removed his finger from Brian's now lubricated asshole,
and positioned his prick for the assault.
"I've been thinking about this for a while, little brother.
I think you're going to be real good for me, real good."
It was even better than Kevin had imagined.
The rookie's hole was smooth and tight, and the kid bucked
and humped in response to each thrust.
Although Kevin tried to slow it down a bit to make it last a little longer,
he soon went totally out of control, and started thrusting at full throttle.
It wasn't long before he shot a monster wad of cum up the kid's hole
in a climax so intense he almost passed out.
Kevin pulled his deflating tool out of Brian's ass and rolled over on his
side.
Cupping Brian's face between his hands, he planted a big kiss on his lips.
Kevin wrapped his left arm around Brian's shoulder and back,
holding him tightly, while his right hand languidly moved up and down Brian's
back, stroking his ass,
and reaching under his crotch to play with his balls.
"You know, little brother, this is my fourth year of playing hockey here.
It's a tough game, and you have to be tough out on the rink to survive,
to say nothing of the locker room.
I think it's going to be nice having a little buddy like you that I can just
relax with
and enjoy myself, without having to be so damned tough all the time.
Yeah, I'm just going to make love to you all the time, I think."
"Hey, man," Brian protested.
"I understand that you're going to be hazing me, and I know you can be pretty
mean.
But don't make me into your woman. Don't do that, man."
"Don't worry. I'm going to make sure you're a star hockey player.
I'm going to teach you everything I know, and make a real man of you.
Hell, I'm even going to make sure you do well on your school work.
But, I ain't going to make torturing you a full-time occupation,
like I ordinarily would with a rookie.
You're just going to be my little brother, and I'm going to take good care of
you.
I'll be tough enough on you to shape you up, don't worry about that."
"Yeah, but don't make me a woman, OK? I mean, I'm still a..., I mean, I've
never ..."
and Brian lapsed into an embarrassed silence.
"Oh, is that the problem?
On the woman stuff, well, you're real lucky to be my little brother --
just don't worry about that.
I've got lots of broads and they'll provide their sorority little sisters if
I ask them.
You'll have all the women you can handle, and you won't even have to go
looking for them."
Just how lucky Brian was he found out the following week, when, after
practice,
the coach announced that Hugo would be on the team.
Hugo had had a tough time of it, because of his attitude problem,
and because his broad-shouldered physique proved irresistible to some of the
older players who like to wield the paddle.
After his first ass-beating, he got several more whenever one of the veterans
figured he wasn't showing enough respect.
After the coach's decision, Hugo was resigned to being shaved,
and he didn't put up much of a struggle,
even though the body shaving was much harder on him than it had been on Brian
--
he had more body hair, and the older guys seemed a lot more sparing with the
shaving cream.
But after showering, when Hugo started to get dressed,
he found out that the guys weren't finished with him.
Pete, Kevin's roommate, put his arm around Hugo's shoulder
before he could put his underpants on, and led him over to the team paddle.
Hugo knew the drill, and he kissed it hard and then bent over and grabbed his
ankles.
"Nothing better than a well-trained rook, is there, captain?"
Pete said as he gave Kevin the paddle, who gave Hugo ten good ones.
A few other veterans followed, and then it was Pete's turn.
He gave Hugo nine.
"How many was that, rook?"
"Nine, sir."
"Do you want the tenth?"
"Yes, sir."
Based on his experience, Hugo knew there wasn't really much choice in the
matter.
"Well, here it comes."
Pete dropped the paddle and grabbed his prick, which got hard right away.
One of the other players handed him some Vaseline:
"Give him a break, man. Use some of this."
"Well, it looks like it's your lucky day, rook."
With that, Pete smeared some of the lube on his prick.
Hugo, who was watching from between his legs,
turned white when he saw what was happening.
He hardly had time to react, however,
before Pete grabbed him around the waist and plunged in.
Hugo's knees turned to jelly from the pain,
but Pete held him up as he thrust rough and deep into the rookie's virgin
hole.
It wasn't long before Pete erupted in a violent orgasm, lost his footing,
and collapsed on top of Hugo, bringing the two of them down to the floor in a
heap.
Pete managed to get back up on his feet, and invited his teammates to follow
his lead. Several did, raping the young hockey player as he lay on the
floor.
Finally, Pete ordered the rookie to his knees.
"Looks like you got some brown stuff on my prick, rook. Lick it off!"
Hugo, dazed by the assault to which he had been subjected, meekly obeyed.
Pete smiled broadly as Hugo licked, and then, grabbing his head,
face fucked him brutally, until he erupted in a second ejaculation.
Brian had been horrified by what was happening, but Kevin pretended not to
notice,
and in his dealings with him, acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had
been going on.
Later that night, when Brian reported to Kevin's room,
anxious to talk about the afternoon's events,
Kevin teased him by drilling him on his math and science courses.
Finally, it was bed time, and Kevin told Brian to strip.
Brian was used to this by now -- he spent most evenings in Kevin's room,
either cleaning or getting some help with his school work,
and then had to strip and submit to Kevin's desires.
This happened even when Kevin's roommates were present;
Kevin would fuck Brian while the others were studying or talking.
When Brian was naked, Kevin told him to get into bed, and then followed him.
Brian lay on his back, and Kevin lay face down on top of him,
their bodies rubbing together, and their faces only inches apart.
"Well, what's on your mind, little buddy?"
Kevin asked, although he certainly knew the answer.
"What happened to Hugo -- could that have happened to me?"
"Sure. Except for the fact that I decided that I liked you too much.
Like I told you, I'm going to take care of your training all by myself.
You probably want to thank me, don't you?"
"Yeah. Thanks, I guess."
"I had something else in mind -- more deeds than words."
Kevin propped himself up on his pillow, and grabbed Brian's faced
and started shoving it down under the covers and into his crotch.
"Now just suck on big brother's prick and show him how grateful you are."
Brian tried to protest, but Kevin told him that they would talk about it
later,
but that, for now,
Brian had better do what he was told unless he wanted to be treated as Hugo
had been.
Brian relented right away, and started sucking on Kevin's prick.
He wasn't very skilled, but it hardly mattered --
Kevin was so hard that he erupted in no time anyway.
Kevin let Brian raise his head, and the two settled back into bed, lying side
by side.
"Now, what's on your mind, little buddy?"
Brian was on the brink of crying, barely holding back the tears:
"I don't want to be a cock-sucker -- why are you making me into one?"
"You ain't no cocksucker, kid. I made you do that.
Have you ever met a real cocksucker?"
"No. I guess not."
"Well, did you see that middle-age businessman type sitting in the stands
during practice -- the one I went over and talked to?"
"Yeah. What was that about?"
"He's a real cocksucker. And you know what?
He paid me a hundred bucks to suck me off.
That's why I was a little late in getting back to the locker room."
"A hundred bucks? Really?"
"Yeah. And I let you do it for free. See how nice I am to you?
And, by the way, that fellow said he had a friend that particularly liked
chicken --
that's young kids, like you.
I pointed you out to him, and he said he thought his friend would be
interested.
Same rates."
A few days later, Brian noticed the cocksucker and one other guy in the
stands during practice. As it was ending, Kevin skated over to him and
pulled him aside.
"Ready to earn some money?"
"Yeah, I guess," Brian responded.
"Good. Now listen up. We're going to go into the little conference room with
them.
I want you to take charge immediately. No small talk.
Just tell him you want him to put his money on the table.
Once you see the $100, tell him to get down on his knees.
Don't let him touch your prick -- take it out yourself and stick it in his
mouth.
When you're done, you put it back in, take the money and leave.
You got it?"
"Yeah, but why?"
"'Cause he's a cocksucker and you don't want to give him any ideas.
You've got to be rough with him."
Several minutes later, Kevin and Brian joined the others in the locker room.
Brian was smiling, and kept taking the five $20 bills out of his shirt pocket
to look at them. Finally, Kevin told him to put the money away in his locker
and get into the shower.
The two showered together, and Brian thought he noticed that Kevin was
staring at him more than usual -- but he just decided he was imagining things.
Brian carried Kevin's gear back to his car, as usual, but, when they got
moving,
Brian noticed they weren't heading back to the dorms.
"Where are we going, sir?"
Brian asked -- already nervous, he decided he had better be polite.
"I've got a little surprise for you, buddy."
And, seeing the look of dread on Brian's face, Kevin added:
"I think you'll like it."
Brian wasn't too sure, but relaxed as the car entered sorority row.
Kevin stopped in front of the Tri-Gam house, and the two hockey players went
in.
They met Suzie, one of Kevin's women, in the lobby of the house.
As soon as she saw him, she gave him a quick kiss
and shouted upstairs for Sally, her little sister.
After quick introductions all around,
the four headed out of town to a small country restaurant.
After dinner, they went back to the sorority house.
As the girls went off to the "powder room,"
Kevin took the opportunity to fill Brian in on the program for the rest of
the night.
"We're going to dance a bit, buddy. In the dark room.
Do you know what that means?"
"No, sir."
"Well, as you dance, you can start undressing her.
Take off her blouse and bra --
just watch me and do what I do, buddy, and you won't go wrong.
Eventually, we'll go through the green door into the bedroom."
"The 'green door,' sir?"
Before Kevin could answer, the girls returned
and the four of them went into the dark room.
Once his eyes adjusted to the dim light,
Brian could make out an ordinary-looking living room, with a few sofas and
chairs,
and a sound system that was playing slow dance music.
On the far wall was a green door, with a small red light over it.
The two couples started dancing.
Kevin deftly unbuttoned Suzie's blouse and threw it on one of the sofas.
Brian did likewise, although he wasn't quite as handy and it took him longer.
Then he noticed that Kevin was unhooking his date's bra as well, and soon
removed it. Before he could follow suit, Kevin had removed his own shirt as
well,
and was grinding his date's tits into his chest.
As fast as he could, Brian did the same.
Soon the green door opened, and the light over it went from red to green
as a bedraggled looking couple entered from the bedroom,
picked up some clothes, and then left.
"Looks like it's our turn, little buddy."
Kevin slapped Brian on his bare back and the four headed into the bedroom.
They found two double beds, each covered with a single,
and not particularly clean, sheet.
There was some indirect lighting,
more than Brian would have thought optimal for the purpose.
Kevin and Suzie went off to one bed, and Kevin finished undressing her and
himself.
He threw her down on the bed, and, glancing over to the other side of the
room where Brian and Sally were sitting on the bed, not knowing what to do
next, joked:
"Pay close attention, Bri -- there's going to be a quiz."
That broke the ice for Brian and Sally; he undressed the two of them, and,
stealing an occasional glance at his big brother for pointers on foreplay,
started making love to her.
The two buddies pounded away for a while, and then shot into their dates.
After catching his breath,
Kevin got up and Brian and the girls followed him back out to the dark room,
where they got dressed.
As they said good-bye to their dates and were about to leave the sorority
house,
Brian noticed Kevin talking briefly to one of the sorority sisters,
slipping her some money and receiving a small package in return.
But Brian, basking in the glow of his lost virginity,
forgot about it as they rode back to the dorm.
Until, that is, they returned to the dorm and found everyone,
despite the late hour, sitting in the TV lounge.
The package turned out to be a videotape, which Kevin put into the VCR and
played.
As soon as the picture came on --
it was the bedroom they had just left --
Brian understood what was going on.
He tried to leave, but Kevin grabbed him around the neck and held him,
so he had to watch his recent exertions
and listen to the other players make fun of his lack of technique.
When the tape was over, Brian was made to strip and stand upon one of the
coffee tables, while his teammates continued their verbal abuse of his
inexperience.
Finally, Kevin took pity on him and led him off to his room, and into his bed.
"Hey, man, don't fuck me.
I'm still feeling pretty good about getting laid,
even if you experts didn't appreciate my style."
"Your style was fine, buddy.
Don't let those guys get to you.
And I'm not going to fuck you tonight --
I lost my virginity once and know how you feel.
I'm just going to hold you